"Yeah, just had a weird dream," he looked back at me and smiled, "don't bother about it."
"Tell me, what did you dream about?" I asked with concern, pushing myself to sit up. He still laid on the bed, hand loosely wrapped around my waist.
"I...I...please don't...bother," he looked away from me, eyes ridden with guilt, "please forget it, you better get to work."
"Finn, don't make me pout," I warned, getting my lips ready for the pout of his life. He sighed in defeat, not wanting to challenge me in that area and find out how good I am at pouting. "Good boy, now tell me what you dreamt of."
"In my dream, you left me and returned to the ocean, to a powerful sea king." He looked away from me sadly, silent fell on the two of us. I knew what he dreamt wasn't just a dream, it was a warning to
